The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 810

“You men have shown me your true, calculating faces for the first time. You’re all scum.”

Patti couldn’t resist lighting a cigarette, her long, manicured fingers a stark, bloody red against the white stick.

Hawthorne didn’t try to stop her. It was her body; she could destroy it if she wanted. You can’t reason with someone determined to self-destruct.

“Let's get back to the point. If you really showed your hand to James, you should probably stay indoors for a while.”

Patti shot Hawthorne a venomous look and took a deep drag from her cigarette, the smoke stinging her eyes and making them water. She hadn’t touched a cigarette or a drop of alcohol since becoming pregnant.

“What are you afraid of? I’m not. Besides, we were never really together. What right do you have to restrict my freedom?”

Patti completely dismissed his warning. Hawthorne said flatly, “Your business is not my concern. I’m just giving you a friendly reminder.” Then he gave her another long, searching look. “You didn’t say anything you shouldn’t have, did you? Like threatening him or something?”

Patti, of course, wasn't going to tell him what she'd said to James. She just snorted, took another drag of her cigarette, and ignored him. Seeing her attitude, Hawthorne didn't bother saying anything more. After the maid finished cleaning, he left, instructing her to move all the valuable items in the house to the basement.

As Hawthorne’s car pulled out of the courtyard, Patti could no longer contain her rage. She hurled the wine glass in her hand from the balcony, and it shattered on the ground below. The trail of exhaust from Hawthorne's car quickly vanished from her sight.

“Go to hell, Hawthorne! And you too, James! You can all go to hell! Don’t think I can’t live without you!”

Patti drained an entire bottle of wine. She didn’t care about anything anymore. If James didn’t want the baby, then there was no point in her having it. This child had kept her from drinking, from going to bars, from partying at clubs. She was sick of it.

“Who are you? What are you doing? Let me go!”

Patti was too weak to resist. They dragged her into a van and sped away. The alcohol had taken its toll, but she still managed to shout curses.

“Who are you people? Did Hawthorne send you? Or was it that bastard James? I’m warning you, you dare touch me, and you’ll see what happens! I’m carrying James’s child! If you do anything to this baby, James will never let you go!”

Patti kept screaming threats, but she had no strength. They dragged her into a villa.

“What are you doing? Trying to pull the same stunt as last time? What’s so great about McNeil Langford? You think I’m scared? What’s so great about you rich people? My family used to be a big name in Greenvale! Haven’t you ever heard of Mr. Yale? I’m his daughter! If you lay a single finger on me today, I swear I’ll call the cops and have you all arrested! Ugh…”